The clamor of Pentos, one of the Free Cities, fell into deathly silence beneath the dragon's roar.
On the terrace, Governor Illyrio Mopatis slumped in his reclining chair.
His corpulent body resembled melting butter, and nothing remained in his shrewd little eyes but pure terror.
Viserys Targaryen stood rigid, as though struck by lightning.
Half of it was fear powerful enough to tear his soul apart.
The other half was wild joy powerful enough to burn away his reason!
His lips moved, but no sound emerged.
He could only stare, spellbound, at the mythical beast in the sky, a creature thought extinct.
Only Daenerys stood in the raging wind, letting the furious sea breeze whip her silver hair and skirts.
Tears had long since blurred her vision.
Yet the figure in her eyes grew ever clearer.
It was him.
Her prince, her king, her destined prince.
The prophecy had come true.
At a soft whistle from Lynn, Winter, circling above the city, gave a low roar, as though bidding farewell.
With a beat of his wings, his enormous body vanished into the clouds and sped toward the sea, soon disappearing from sight.
The terrifying draconic presence that could freeze a soul faded with him.
Only then did screams and sobs rise from the streets of Pentos as its people realized they had survived.
On the terrace, however, an eerie silence settled.
"Now,"
Lynn turned and calmly picked up the wineglass from the table.
"I believe we have a foundation of trust."
Viserys jolted, snapping out of his petrified state.
He stumbled toward Lynn and clutched his arms with both hands.
"A dragon... a three-headed dragon!"
His voice trembled with excitement and disbelief.
"It's real... it really is a dragon!"
He raised his head, his pale violet eyes burning with a